CHAPTER FIVE
Curtained Booth
The man tensed for the briefest of seconds before pulling her hips tightly against him, sliding his hands up her back to hold her neck. He kissed her back, taking control, claiming her mouth with such raw passion that she couldn’t help but moan.
His movements never faltered; he kept dancing with her, each step synchronized, making the moment even more breathtakingly sexy.
Their kissing intensified. His hold on her jaw tightened while his other hand slid down her back, gripping her butt cheek and pulling her in closer, grinding his still rock-hard member against her belly button.
He kissed her so deeply she forgot how to breathe. His mouth rocked her world, his tongue hunting for hers,
fucking her mouth with such urgency that she could die right then and there a happy woman.
Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers again, and through the darkness, she caught the most gorgeous smile on his full lips, dimples framing his cheeks.
“Do you want me?” he chuckled darkly, releasing her and standing still.
Holy shit, yes—more than anything. But words were not her friend at that moment. Her knees were weak, her lips still tingled, and her body burned where his hands had just been.
“Oh, I’ll get an answer out of you,” he whispered confidently, stepping away and extending his hand.
She looked at it, then back at him, still consumed by the darkness. The only visible parts were his powerful hand and the very tempting silhouette that she couldn’t resist wanting.
Zigzagging through the dancing crowd, they made their way past the booths to one with curtains she hadn’t even known existed. Stepping into the wrap-around booth and table, Jenna turned to see the tall, strong shadow of the man closing the white curtains before turning back to her.
“I can’t really see you.” Jenna giggled. The millions of tiny stars reflected on the thin white curtains fell just short of reaching through, leaving them to rely on very little light, their shadows, and their senses.
“You won’t need to. Just feel me,” came his deep, tantalizing voice.
Sliding both hands around her middle, he backed her up to the table, lifting her onto it. Leaning forward,
he claimed her mouth again.
Jenna melted, the kiss more devastating than the first. Moaning softly, she surrendered as he consumed her. His hands gripped her ass as she began to lose control. Wanting him was all she could process.
With one hand in her hair, he pushed her back onto the table, pulling away from her lips. His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb sliding over her wet bottom lip.
“Kissing you is dangerous.” He chuckled, leaning in again. Breathlessly, he pulled on her lower lip, nibbling it gently before releasing it and diving back in for an earth-shattering kiss.
She barely registered his hands sliding beneath her dress, tugging her thong down in one smooth motion. He pulled her bottom lip again, letting go with a deep groan that only heightened her desire for him.
“Just so you know, I don’t get on my knees for anybody,” he murmured.
Before Jenna could catch her breath, his hot mouth was already between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her bare skin, trailing a flat, firm lick all the way up her slick folds. She bit down on her lip to stifle the moan, her body trembling as one of his strong hands slid under her dress, grazing her stomach, while the other parted her wet heat.
His tongue found her clit, teasing and lapping at it with maddening skill. A shiver shot through her—not from the cold, but from the wicked pleasure he delivered. His thumb soon took over, rubbing in slow, wet circles, while his tongue traveled lower, slipping inside her, swirling and stroking until her body tensed beneath his touch.
“Oh, my soul,” Jenna gasped as his tongue worked her with sinful mastery. His thumb circled her clit in perfect rhythm, intensifying the delicious pressure building inside her. Moans spilled from her lips, uncaring who could hear.
His tongue thrust in and out of her, each flick sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, her body trembling—And then he stopped.
Her eyes flew open in shock, but before she could protest, he leaned over her, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her lips, his hands gliding up her thighs. “I need you to last a bit longer.”
“But I was so close,” she breathed, a laugh escaping as she tried to catch her breath.
His lips claimed hers again, his tongue sliding against hers with fierce hunger, leaving her dizzy and aching for more. When he pulled back, his gaze was dark
and full of intent, his lips brushing hers once more.
“Oh, I know, princess. That was just the warm-up. You’re about to scream,” he promised, his voice a dark, sensual growl.
“Scream, huh?” Jenna teased, her voice shaky but defiant as she looked up at the shadowy figure hovering above her. “I doubt you’re that good.” She managed without a slur.
His chuckle was low and dangerous, the kind that sent a shiver through her entire body. “I’m a fucking god,” he said, the dark edge of his voice promising exactly what she feared—and craved.
Without hesitation, he was back between her legs, his hands parting her slick folds with possessive care. His tongue found her clit, swirling around it as he worked her over with exquisite skill.
When he added two thick fingers inside her, pulsing in perfect rhythm, Jenna moaned, her body already at his mercy. His mouth devoured her clit like it was the most decadent thing he’d ever tasted, and she writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by his relentless attention.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jenna gasped as a wet finger slipped into her ass, sending a jolt of new sensation crashing over her.
His powerful hand pumped into her, fingers curling to hit every sensitive spot inside her while the finger at her back door matched his rhythm. His mouth stayed locked on her clit, sucking, licking, twirling his tongue, dragging her deeper into bliss.
Her mind went blank, her body his playground, and every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge of madness.
Each stroke, each flick of his tongue was devastating. She tried to resist, to hold on to some shred of control, but his mastery over her body was absolute.
True to his words, she gripped his thick hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. Her body arched as an overwhelming orgasm crashed through her, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her trembling frame. Her moans filled the room as she came for what felt like an eternity, her body wracked with blissful spasms.
He pulled back gently, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning over her, his lips finding her neck. He kissed her slowly, tenderly, letting her catch her breath as his mouth trailed up her throat to her chin before claiming her lips again.
This kiss was different—soft, almost languid, like he had all the time in the world to savor her.
“Do you want me?” he whispered between kisses, his lips moving down her collarbone to the swell of her cleavage.
Jenna bit her lip, desire flooding her senses, her body aching for more. She wanted to say yes—hell, she craved him—but her stubbornness wouldn’t let her give in so easily.
“Oh, so that’s how you want to play?” he chuckled, pulling her up to her unsteady feet.
“Play what?” Jenna teased, her voice carrying a wicked smile despite her racing pulse.
“I’ll get my answer,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms and capturing her mouth again with raw, fierce passion.
He spun her around, pushing her down onto the table, his hands lifting her dress as he held her by the neck, spreading her legs with his knee. His breath was ragged, his need evident as he undid his belt with one hand, the other keeping her pinned in place.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” he growled, pressing his hardened length against her wet entrance, teasing her.
The music thumped in the background, but all Jenna could focus on was the feel of him against her, the anticipation winding tighter inside her, by the saints she was so drunk and so ready for him.
He slipped his hand away, using his cock to tease her instead, rubbing it against her slick entrance, circling her clit with a light touch.
The soft moan that escaped her lips made him smile—a wicked, knowing smile. He bit down on his lip, the temptation to bury himself deep inside her nearly overwhelming. But he clenched his jaw, forcing control. This was going to last. Her pleasure had to come first.
Slowly, he dragged his cock along her wet folds again, teasing her, stopping just as the tip slipped inside her warmth. Jenna’s breath hitched, and he repeated the motion, the exquisite torment of the sensation making her tremble.
His control was fracturing, but he wanted her desperate and broken for him.
With one hard thrust, he filled her completely, her body arching as a loud moan tore from her throat. He withdrew immediately, pulling out just as she clenched around him, her body craving more.
Leaning forward, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he whispered in her ear, “Do you want me?”
He plunged back inside her, pulling out again, his jaw tight as he fought for control. The tension in his voice was raw.
Jenna’s legs shook beneath her, her heart raced, every inch of her body aching with need.
“This is torture,” she moaned, her voice ragged as he continued to fill her so perfectly, only to leave her empty again.
“Then ask for it,” he growled, his hand slipping around her throat, the silent demand undeniable.
She whimpered, on the verge of begging. He slid into her one more time, his length filling her completely, then pulling out. Jenna gasped, her resolve breaking.
“Yes,” she finally caved, her voice breathless and raw. “I want you—I want you so, so fucking bad.”
His hand instantly tightened in her hair as he yanked her back against him, thrusting deep inside, driving himself to the hilt. She gasped, her body overwhelmed by the fullness of him, the depth she hadn’t even realized she could take. He was massive, and the sensation was pure ecstasy.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he lifted her off the table and onto her feet, pulling her back against his chest. His hand slipped under her dress, cupping her breast, while her head lolled back against his shoulder.
He thrust into her with relentless need, his pace punishing, and Jenna nearly shattered under the intensity. The pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming, pushing her to the brink of oblivion.
Each stroke felt like it might be her undoing. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think beyond the feel of him inside her, claiming her.
Grabbing her chin, he turned her face toward his, holding her jaw as he captured her lips in another searing kiss. Jenna moaned against his mouth, his relentless stamina leaving her breathless. Every thrust drove her closer to the edge, her body stretched and filled by his intensity, the pressure building too fast for her to handle.
His grip loosened on her jaw, his hand trailing down her body, finding her exposed clit with skilled fingers. Before she could protest, he slammed deep into her, circling her clit with deliberate pressure.
Jenna convulsed beneath him, her body giving in as she shut her eyes and let the orgasm rip through her like a storm.
She collapsed forward, moaning against the table, her elbows digging into the wood as she gritted her teeth through the pleasure.
He leaned over, kissing the back of her neck, his hands sliding up her spine while he continued to drive into her, fucking her with unrelenting power.
With a final thrust, he pulled out, his strength lifting her easily as he turned her onto her back.
“You’re not done yet, princess,” placing her leg over his shoulder and wrapping the other around his waist.
Jenna gasped, laughing through the pleasure as he positioned himself and slid into her again—deeper, harder, faster. His hand found her clit once more, applying just enough pressure to make her body tremble.
“Almost… hold on,” he groaned, feeling her tighten around him as another orgasm loomed. “Fuck, don’t close up on me yet,” he hissed, his own release dangerously close.
Jenna's body clenched, her walls squeezing him as pleasure flooded her senses.
“I can’t, I’m going to—” she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her, his thick cock driving her insane.
His only response was a husky laugh as he released the pressure on her clit, flicking it softly to prolong her torment.
Her vision darkened, and as her legs quivered around him, he leaned forward, wrapping her legs around his waist.
His mouth claimed hers with fierce hunger, her body tensing as she shattered completely. She came harder than she ever had, her moans muffled by his kiss, her nails sinking into his shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
“Fuck,” he growled, the sound raw and primal.
His tempo didn’t falter, each thrust deeper than the last, until he finally jerked out of her with a strained grunt. His hands gripped his cock as he released into them, his body trembling with the force of his climax.
She lay there, breathless and delectably sore, unable to do anything but watch the rock-hard man groan, holding onto the table as he pumped his release into his powerful hand. She bit her lip, loving the show.
He reached for serviettes at the other end of the table, cleaning himself off before walking back over to her and pulling her up to sit on the edge of the table.
“You,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ears, “are beyond amazing.”
He kissed her forehead gently, pulling her into his embrace.
“And so damn sexy,” he added, a breathless smile in his voice.
Jenna giggled. “I am honestly speechless,” she said, trailing her hands up and down his back. Her body was shaking, her legs like jelly.
“The best sex I’ve had in years,” she laughed in his embrace. “And I don’t even know your name. Oh, fuck.”
She pulled back, covering her face in shame. “You must think I’m a total slut.”
“Hey, no, not at all,” he said, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “If anything, you’re the best fuck on two legs. I’ve seen you here a few times, watched you dance countless more, and tonight… fuck me.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Well, let’s just say, I really hope we can do this again.”
His words made the butterflies in her stomach beat their surely-tired wings again.
He had watched her? When? How long?
“Why have you never come to say hello before?”
“Because you’re always with a friend or chatting up some loser at the bar. I knew if I wanted you, I needed to be patient. I just never expected tonight, of all nights.”
He sighed, turning away to retrieve his blazer as if remembering something. Jenna hopped off the wet table to clean herself up as well.
“Tonight? Why? What’s wrong?” Jenna asked, reality slamming back into her. She remembered everything she had been through and wondered how this man had made her forget—or was it the high level of alcohol in her system?
“Just had a day from hell. Things went very wrong. I… I actually came here to drink myself into a coma, and then you happened,” he said, turning to face her.
Running his knuckles gently over her cheek, he added, “And suddenly everything seemed less urgent. All the pain in my life disappeared when I kissed you.”
Jenna’s lips parted slightly in shock. Her kisses took away his pain? Fuck, then she would kiss him again.
She leaned forward, lifting up onto her tiptoes to kiss him. “Then let me keep your demons at bay,” she said against his lips.
They wrapped around each other, kissing gently, slowly, as though they had all the time in the world, until
he pulled back, looking down at her.
Jenna was obsessed. This man was the only one who could set her instantly on fire. Everything about him drove her beyond wild with need.
“You are something else, princess,” he murmured.
“What’s your name?”
“Huxley,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Nice to officially meet you. I am…” Jenna jumped, cut off by someone outside the curtain clearing their throat.
His grip tightened protectively on her as a voice called, “Boss, we have to go.”
Jenna looked at the shadows positioned around the booth, and her heart sank at the realization.
“One minute,” Huxley shot at the curtain before turning back to Jenna. “I know who you are, Jasmine. I’ll see you soon.”
Releasing her, he pulled the curtains back and accepted a ringing phone from his guards. “What?” he called into the phone, his whole demeanor shifting.
But Jenna forgot all that as a light from somewhere reflected off his face, and for the first time, she could finally make out the mystery man’s features.